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Ever since he arrived on the front line, Ansel’s spirit has always been highly tense. He didn’t dare to take off his horn headband, contact lenses, and the batwing pendant, which almost made his life miserable. Now, with no one around, he could finally let himself relax.

After removing the headband from his head, Ansel brushed his white hair to make them fluffy. This state of not wearing anything on the head was the most comfortable for Ansel… And the aperture? The aperture will float above his head and wouldn’t press down on his hair, which was probably the only advantage.

As long as he stays a little low, the half-human mandala was enough to cover up his figure, giving Ansel a great sense of security. After he took off the horn headband, he then took off the batwing pendant without stopping. After taking off these two relatively heavy things, Ansel felt extremely relaxed.

But some people were not feeling well at all.

Saros felt a crack in his head!

His whole demon was in a trance right now, but there was still some kind of hope in his heart. As a well-informed Demon King, Saros knew that some demons would break or lose their horns due to various reasons, it can be congenital or due to some accident. Such demons are considered pitiful, since the horns of a demon are closely related with their power.

Demons attach great importance to horns, not only because horns have spiritual symbolic significance, but also because horns themselves are an innate energy conversion device. The atmosphere of the demon realm is full of various magic elements. Demons absorb these magic elements around them, and when needed, they are transformed by horns and become their external force, similar to the source of magic power of human magicians.

Without horns, the demon’s combat effectiveness would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, Saros calmed down. If Ansel had lost his horns for some reason, wearing a headband seems to be acceptable. As for why the wings are also… The misfortune in this world is often unreasonable!

It must be so!

Saros quickly convinced himself, and even a kind of soft tenderness surged in his heart.

Without horns, but still powerful in battle, Ansel probably suffered a lot in his life.

However, when His Majesty the Demon King was desperately trying to put his soul back in his body, there were some people who stubbornly wanted to go against him!

Taking off the horns and wings was not enough, and then Saros saw Ansel suddenly leaning over and burying himself among the large mandalas. At this distance, he could no longer see Ansel’s figure, only the alarm bells in his heart were ringing wildly!

Shouldn’t it be over? ! In any case, it should be over! ! !

What else? Ansel, what else can he… how…

Shape…

That scene was clearly reflected in the dark blue pupils of the Demon King——

Above the floating sea of flowers, the color of the sky was reflecting the world, and in the grey background of the sky, suddenly a pair of wings as bright as snow and moon spread out! The wings were pure white without any colors, but they reflected a colorful and dreamy light. The feathers were scattered and layered, like a certain clear dream as if made by the gods in the sky.

It is rumoured that the gods in the past had brilliant twelve wings. If one had seen it with their own eyes, it should’ve been the same as the scene right now.

The brilliance was so holy that it can make people lose their words.

At the same time, a light flickered in the darkness, and after flickering a few times, a shiny circle of light lit up.

 ——The angel stood up from the sea of flowers, with snowy white hair, a bright halo, and gorgeous sunset pupils.

Saros, who had just managed to put his soul back in his body and then lost it again: “…”

All self-deception and self-persuasion become useless in front of the scene right now. Ansel, the Demon King of the Eastern Region, is actually an angel? I’m afraid that if anyone says such a thing, it will get the top spot in the annual comical list of the Demon Realm.

But……

He is really good looking.

* * *

Ansel first pulled the tips, and then pulled most of the snow-white wings in front of him. He touched his lost and recovered wings almost benevolently, and combed the feathers with somewhat rusty movements. In any case, there were a few that were not obedient, so he pulled them out. He still remembered that he had to be careful because the plucked feathers should not be thrown away, they should be burned immediately, it was safe and harmless.

Saros, who was watching the whole time: “…”

He doesn’t understand! What is this hobby of flying to the sea of flowers in the middle of the night and spreading off your wings to pluck your feathers and light a fire for yourself? He was immersed in the shock and didn’t pay attention to it just now, but now that he looked closely, he found that the feathers on Ansel’s wings were not neat.

 ——Like a little white bird that doesn’t know how to groom itself.

After the little white bird fluttered in the sea of flowers to its heart’s content, it folded its wings contentedly. Then, Saros saw a more horrifying scene.

Ansel put his hand on the aperture above his head.

Two hands.

The gesture of holding.

A strong sense of foreboding suddenly surged in Saros’ heart, because just now, Ansel grabbed the horns with both hands like this… , and pulled them out without hesitation!

Already foreseeing the end of that shiny circle of light, Saros forced himself to open his eyes, not to close them unbearably. At a distance, Ansel grabbed the aperture with both hands and pulled it upwards, with a tense expression, showing an effort.

Then——

“Crack!”

The sound resounded through the sea of flowers.

His Majesty the Demon King, who has been in power for more than a thousand years, finally couldn’t bear it, and closed his eyes slowly and painfully.

He suffered too much tonight.

But after being shocked, Saros also slowly began to think in a trance. He never knew that his formidable enemy, his sympathetic colleague, the Demon King Ansel who ruled the Eastern Region for more than three hundred years… was an angel.

For so many years, no one noticed, even he himself was in the dark.

Thinking of this, Saros’ heart sank slightly.

An angel sneaked into the demon world and even took the status of the Demon King…

What was his purpose?

This was not a conspiracy theory of Saros, but it is impossible for anyone not to think too much. The three realms have been isolated from each other for many years, but the great war that took place in that ancient era has long planted the seeds of hostility and vigilance between heaven and the demon realm. In terms of racial personality, angels and demons are also quite incompatible. The angel despises the demons for indulging in pleasure and doing as they pleases; the demons mock the angels for pretending to be righteous and hypocritical.

Although it has been a long time since the isolation, the hostility has not diminished at all, which is the current situation.

Saros suddenly felt a little lost.

He didn’t want to believe that Ansel came here with a certain purpose. In that case, whether it was their usual relationship, or the way his clear eyes reflected the glow while he talked about the noble ideas, it might all be fake.

——No, that kind of demeanor cannot be faked.

But does the so-called “unfinished business” belong to the Seventh Abyss, or…

What about the supreme heaven?

 * * *

High above the clouds, there was no dirt but pure land, and the light of the planets shines on all things.

Here is the highest level in the heaven, or it can be called——

Supreme Heaven.

An angel walked slowly across the wide pearly white stone steps, with his pure white wings covered in light silver armour, falling behind him. He did not fly with the help of his wings, because the place where he was going to was the most glorious and majestic in the Supreme Heaven.

After he walked through the steps, the angel slowly raised his eyes, and the first thing that caught his attention was the giant mural in the Temple of Radiance. On the mural, three angels in different costumes are holding their golden cups high, colliding with each other, as if they are celebrating the supreme joy of being pleased by God. In this mural, the angels on the left and right have been decorated with gold and silver light, except for the one in the middle which looked somewhat hazy grey.

The angel’s icy blue pupils stared at this huge mural without blinking for a moment, until another person’s voice sounded.

“Sharia, you are looking at this painting again.”

The angel known as “Sharia” turned his head when he heard the words, and he saw another angel sitting in front of the round table with hundreds of flowers, holding a harp in his arms, and smiling slightly at him.

“It seems that the test on the newborn child has not yielded any results.”

Sharia closed his eyes and walked towards the round table.

“I just…hate being disappointed…”

“Uriel, we have been disappointed too many times.”

Now, Uriel, who was holding the harp in his arms, also lowered his blue eyes sadly. But soon, he regained his spirits and said with a smile.

“However, I don’t think there is any need to worry too much. This winter, a new angel will be born, and he will definitely be among them.”

“Our companions, our comrades-in-arms, are also…”

“The last consul in the heavens.”

After he finished speaking, he saw that his companion’s frowning brows were slightly loosened, so he took advantage of the situation and said.

“Look, Sharia, the golden bird’s egg is about to hatch soon, which just proves that our waiting is not meaningless.”

Sharia looked at the table, and the golden egg that was surrounded by flowers was emitting a hazy light. The egg shell had deeper and brighter golden lines outlining the flame pattern, which was a hint of the character of the last consul. Sharia looked at the egg, his stern gaze gradually melting. A phantom flickered above his halo, and a mature golden bird fluttered down and landed next to the egg.

Uriel suddenly teased.

“You really like him.”

Sharia’s golden bird quickly pulled out Uriel’s golden bird from the flowers, and now it was Sharia’s turn to fight back.

“Aren’t you the same?”

“Okay, okay, I like him too.” Uriel laughed, as if looking forward to a dream, he said softly, “I am looking forward to the day when the consuls gather together. The previous generation of consuls told me that the last one can foresee threats, he would also hold a flag to bring change in the heaven.”

“…Then he should be a war Angel.”

“I think so too.”

“I heard that the demon realm now has three Demon Kings.”

This topic caused silence between the two consuls.

Sharia couldn’t sit still anymore, he got up, whether it was to follow up on the process of finding a companion, or to deal with affairs, he just couldn’t sit here peacefully. The three realms have been separated for a long time, but it doesn’t mean that the Demon Realm, which has reached its peak, will always remain peaceful. Once the flames of war ignited like in the past, the Supreme Heaven without a consul will not be the opponent of the Demon Realm.

“I’m going to the human world.”

He suddenly said so.

“In such a time, even if there is any slim chance, I am willing to explore.”

Although the three realms were isolated from each other, there were still some exchanges hundreds of years ago. The newborn angel will not be born for a while, and perhaps he can find some clues of the past in the human world.

If the last consul had already been born…

Thinking of this, Sharia shook his head.

It shouldn’t be. When the consul grows to a certain level, the golden bird will definitely break out of its shell and chase after the angel’s halo. Instead of resting in the egg like now.

But the supreme god.

Are you messing with your subjects, the last consul…

Why is it taking him so long to show up?

The author has something to say:

Supreme Heaven: Look! This is my strongest and most beautiful angel!

Demon Realm: Oh…

Supreme Heaven: Here you go!

Demon Realm:? ? ?

Demon Realm:! ! !

Demon Realm: Thank you for the gift of nature!

Note: The mural here refers to the Tarot card Three of Cups.

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